Lin Wannian waved goodbye to the woman.

Then I went to other stalls, bought some things, and went home.

When he returned to the community, parked his car and was about to walk upstairs, someone called him.

"It's you!"

A familiar voice came.

Lin Wannian looked behind him and saw the girl whose phone was stolen.

He also said in an exaggerated tone: "What a coincidence."

The woman's eyebrows curved: "My name is Su Ling."

Lin Wannian was stunned. He didn't expect that this girl was actually the heroine of i: "My name is Lin Wannian."

For convenience, the two added each other on WeChat.

Su Ling lives on the fourth floor.

"bye."

"bye."

When Lin Wannian listened to Su Ling's voice, he felt that she was not as socially anxious as he had imagined. Could it be that she was half socially anxious and half normal?

He thought as he walked back to his room.

I put the cooked food on the table, sat in a comfortable computer chair, turned on the desktop computer, and started my part-time job.

In his later years, Lin was not very interested in the densely packed texts in novels. Why would he fantasize about such things when he already had the movies?

Reviewing Yeliow articles is like reviewing plain water. Just glance at it quickly and pass it immediately.

He spent an hour reviewing today's manuscripts. Small websites receive a large number of manuscripts every day, and they are all yellow articles. As long as they do not violate any regulations, they can easily pass the review.

After finishing the work, Lin Wannian lay on the bed, holding his mobile phone and opened WeChat. Sang Qingyan had not received the payment yet, and probably would not accept it.

“Shhh—”

Lin Wannian blew the whistle and crossed his legs. Tomorrow is the weekend, and there will be two days off.

This is probably one of the benefits of being an editor.

At the same time, he had already decided to start picking on Sang Qingyan tomorrow.

Thinking of money, a light flashed in Lin Wannian's eyes.

at this time.

On the fifth floor of the same building.

In the dim environment, only the screen in the bedroom emitted a green light.

The boy sat on a stool, his slender fingers tapping on the keyboard, making a crisp sound.

He looked expressionlessly at the rows and rows of words that were typed out quickly on the screen.

Soon, he stopped what he was doing.

Glancing to the lower left, I saw that the number of words was already 10,000.

Only then did he stop.

drop--

The phone lit up.

He picked up his phone.

Lu Feng: Are you going to use my ID card to apply for a loan?

Lu Feng is his high school friend.

Here in Hongjin, one ID card can only be bound to one account. Sang Qingyan doesn't want to use his own account anymore. The main reason is that the second book is a bit bad and he doesn't want to lose face, so he can only open a new account and create one that is as popular as Tianyu Linggai.

Tianyu Linggai is Su Ling's pen name. Sang Qingyan published books at the same time as her, so he naturally knew this pen name. When her book was popular, he would open it and take a look. Later, her second book became popular again, but his book flopped. He had other thoughts and would not open her book again, for fear that he would get jealous.

Thinking of this, Sang Qingyan sent a message to Lu Feng.

Sang Qingyan: No, I just use it to bind an account to write books.

Lu Feng: Oh, don’t you have your own account? You’ve been writing for such a long time, that account should have a lot of fans.

Lu Feng knew that Sang Qingyan wrote novels, but he didn't know his pen name.

Sang Qingyan: Tsk, they are all zombie fans, are you going to lend it to me or not?

Lu Feng: Let me think about it. Anyway, college life is pretty good. Do you want to repeat your senior year?

When the other party asked this, Sang Qingyan simply didn't answer.

He looked at the words above, with undisguised mockery in his eyes.

Repeat a grade?

Does he still have the mind to repeat the year?

No.

He also found reading boring. When his grandfather was around, he could still pretend to read, but now that no one could control him, he would not read and would not waste time.

Sang Qingyan exited the chat interface with Lu Feng and glanced at the greetings sent by editor Hong Jin and the expired red envelope.

For some reason, the young man he bumped into when he came back from buying breakfast in the morning suddenly emerged in his mind.

Originally he was full of resentment.

But after looking into that person's eyes, his heart began to beat inexplicably. This person was a little special.

Sang Qingyan came back to his senses, licked his dry lips with his tongue, and looked at the last paragraph typed on the computer.

He twisted her dogwood, and seeing her blushing face, he increased the strength of his hands. Her beautiful eyes were lost in thought, and her cherry lips were slightly moaning...

What if we replace her with the person we met this morning?

This thought flashed through Sang Qingyan's mind, his eyes became gloomy, he held the mouse, clicked on New Document, and started writing again.

'Da Da Da'

The sound of keyboard tapping could be heard from the dim room.

——

One morning.

A got up on time and went out for a run. After finishing today's run, he bought breakfast at a nearby stall. On his way back, he bumped into B on the stairs.

A was in a bad mood and glared at B with disgust, but he didn't expect that B's eyes were very beautiful.

a was stunned, and when he heard the other party's soft voice, somehow the hostility in his heart disappeared, and he even had other thoughts.

That night, a was waiting for b to come back. When b turned the corner of the stairs, a took out the knockout spray that he had prepared long ago and sprayed it at him.

b fainted.

He was then able to help the man, brought him back to his room, tied his hands and feet, and laid him on the bed.

Just like appreciating a work of art, A slowly cut open B's clothes, sucked B's skin with the corner of his lips, and rubbed the fragile parts with his fingertips...

So sweet.

——

The work was too stressful. When Lin Wannian woke up, he checked his phone and it was already past nine in the morning.

He turned over and slowly woke up.

While I was brushing my teeth, I heard knocking sounds at the door.

Lin Wannian stuck his head out and glanced at the door, then quickened his work.

After putting away the toothpaste and toothbrush, he wiped the water stains on his cheeks, walked to the door, opened it, and shouted, "Who is it?"

After seeing who it was, he took a few steps back and asked in confusion, "What's the matter?"

Sang Qingyan leaned against the wall by the door, paying attention to Lin Wannian's frightened behavior, and pointed his index finger at the roof: "I live on the fifth floor, and my toilet is blocked. I asked the resident on the fourth floor, and hers is not blocked."

Lin Wannian guessed what he meant: "Oh, so you think it's me that's blocked?"

"Um."

Lin Wannian subconsciously pushed the door open to let him in, but he quickly realized: "No, this shouldn't be the case. The fourth floor is not blocked, which proves that my floor is fine too."

He said, looking at the boy who had walked in.

Sang Qingyan had just walked a few steps in when he heard Lin Wannian's words. He stopped, his face a little unnatural, and was about to explain.

Lin Late changed the subject: "You look familiar, have we seen you somewhere before?"